"My attitude towards you is already considered good. I've been in this family for nearly six years. Do you not know how I’ve treated you and this household?" I clapped back.
Eliza trembled with anger, unable to utter a word for a long time, and then turned to her son for backup.
But before she could speak, I cut her off. "Patrick, I once thought your greatest virtue was your filial piety. I believed that a man who respects his parents couldn’t be all bad. But now, I have to admit—I was blind."
Patrick stared at me in disbelief, and sputtered, "Andrea, what’s gotten into you? What nonsense are you spouting? I just brought a child home!"
If he hadn’t mentioned the child, I might not have been so enraged. But as soon as he did, my fury exploded.
"Patrick, you’re not worthy of even talking about children. You’re nothing but scum!"
That remark finally pushed him over the edge. He grabbed me and shoved me toward the door.
"Andrea, you crazy woman! Why did I even marry you?" he roared.
"Well, our feelings are mutual, Patrick. Don’t forget to finalize the divorce tomorrow."
As I was about to walk out, a thought hit me: why should I leave?